SN smut for laylee...
Mar. 2nd, 2004 01:27 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
out_therePeople, there is a reason I shouldn't be left unattended to cover reception. This is what I end up writing.
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laylee asked for smut and I still had one random Casey thing to write. (Who'da thought the last section would end up so much longer than the others? *g*)
Reads the entire Sunday Times front-to-back every week.
Dan yawned and stretched on the couch. The best thing about Sundays was the noon rundown meeting. Specifically, it was that the noon rundown meeting was always rescheduled to 2pm. When you combined that with the lack of workday traffic, it meant that Dan suddenly had a couple of hours to fill. Lazy hours in the morning when he could just lie around and do nothing. When he'd just play an old CD, have a relaxed breakfast and maybe read the paper. Or, he would, if Casey wasn't hogging the Sunday Times. "Pass me the sports section."
"No," Casey said, sipping at his coffee. Casey was sitting at the table, with the paper spread out before him.
Dan rolled his eyes. This was an argument that seemed to occur every Sunday, mainly because Casey refused to see reason. "You're not even reading the sports section. Pass it over."
"I will read it, and I want it there when I do." There were times when Casey's smiles were endearing, and times when they were just irritating. This one was pure irritation.
"You can have it back when I'm finished." It was the same every Sunday. Casey always insisted that he read the Sunday Times. By itself, it wasn't an unreasonable demand, even if Casey sat there and read the entire thing, front to back. The unreasonable part was that he wouldn't share. Normally, Dan didn't worry about it. He'd just sleep-in, or read a book, or have a bath. But today, he wanted to read the paper.
"You could buy your own paper," Casey said dryly, looking back down at the page in front of him.
"Yeah, or you could remember what sanity feels like, and pass me the sports section." Dan sighed. "It'll still be waiting for you when you want to read it. I'm not going to eat it."
"I know. You've already had breakfast," Casey replied with a grin, and Dan had to chuckle.
"So pass me the sports section. You know, I'm not even that fussy. Just pass me a section, any section. Entertainment, business, world news. It's a Sunday morning. I just want to read the paper."
Casey shook his head. "No."
Dan breathed deeply, and tried not to let Casey drive him crazy. Sometimes, it was a big ask. "Just give me one sane, logical reason why you won't share."
"You scrunch the pages, Danny. You scrunch them and you get them all out of order, and you leave them lying around the living room."
"You won't share because I'm messy?" Dan eyed Casey doubtfully. He could understand Casey being so damn anal about his books, but it was ridiculous that he acted this way over a paper. "Seriously, that's your reason for this insane behaviour?"
"It's not insane. It's just..." Casey looked up at him, and from the down-turned corners of his mouth, he was actually getting annoyed. "I like reading the paper. I only manage to read the sports section during the week. When I get the time, I like to sit down and read it. The entire thing. It isn't insane."
"No, it isn't. It's the not sharing thing that insane."
Casey glowered at him. "I like reading the paper my way. I like spreading it flat on the table. I like having a good cup of coffee and reading through it, first page to last page. I like the pages being flat and in order, and knowing that I'm not missing anything." Casey huffed. "I don't see what the big deal is. You never read it at home anyway."
Dan rolled his eyes, and sighed as loudly as he could. "That's because you never share."
"You don't even want to read the paper," Casey said dismissively, turning back to the open pages.
"Yes, that's why I'm asking to read the paper." Dan resisted the urge to roll his eyes again. "Because I *don't* want to read the paper."
"If you wanted to read the paper you'd go out and buy one."
Dan got off the couch and stalked towards Casey. "You have a paper. I don't need to buy another one."
Casey's brows rose. "But you know I won't share, so why are you asking?"
"Because I want to read the paper," Dan pronounced slowly, carefully annunciating each word.
"No, you don't."
Dan leaned both hands on the table and loomed above Casey. "Yes, I do."
"You don't." Casey blinked up at him, and Dan could see the grin Casey was trying to hide. Victory was close. "You don't want to read the paper. You're just asking because you're bored and you're trying to annoy me."
"I don't think so."
Casey lips twitched, but he managed to keep a straight face. "You only want it because I've got it. If it was lying here, by itself, you wouldn't want it."
That made Dan pause and lean back. "I think I want to read the sports section."
"There'll be a copy at the office. And danishes, or muffins, or bagels, and you'll put your feet up on the couch and pretend to ignore the rest of the office while you read it. Do you really want to give up that precious excuse to ignore the world?" Casey raised an eyebrow. "Do you really want to read my paper now?"
"Not really." Dan sat down in the chair, thinking. "I'm just..."
"Bored," Casey said, and let out a tiny grin.
Dan shrugged. "Yeah."
Casey laughed. "Then find some way to entertain yourself," Casey said, ruffling a hand through Dan's short hair.
Dan raised an eyebrow of his own when Casey pulled his hand back. "Yeah?"
"Something that doesn't involve annoying me."
Dan huffed a sigh and rested his head on his arm. "You're no fun."
"Unbelievable as it is, I've been told that before," Casey said wryly and turned back to the paper.
Dan watched him for a little while, watched the curve of Casey's neck as he read, the way he'd frown or bite his lip at the serious news, the way he almost-smiled at the more light-hearted stories. The way Casey raised his eyebrows when he looked over his coffee cup at Dan. "Are you going to sit there staring all morning?"
Dan smiled his most charming grin. "You mind?"
"I-" Casey started and then stopped with a fond look. "...Not really."
"Good." Casey shook his head and went back to reading, and Dan thought of those signs you see in shops. Look, but don't touch. Of course, that wasn't a rule that actually applied to Casey.
He pushed himself out of his chair. Casey's eyes widened when he saw Dan's impish smirk. "What?" he asked warily.
"I've just thought of a way to entertain myself." Dan walked closer to Casey.
Casey was still watching him closely. "Yeah?"
"Yeah." Dan dropped to his knees and started to shuffle forwards. "You said I should entertain myself," Dan said when he got to Casey's chair. He ran his hands up Casey's thighs, and Casey squirmed.
Casey blinked down owlishly at him. "Yes, but it should be something that doesn't involve me." Casey's voice rose on the last word, as Dan's fingers traced the seam of his pants up his inner thighs.
Dan kept moving his hands, tracing over Casey's fly as he spoke. "You said something that doesn't *annoy* you. This isn't *annoying*, is it, Casey?" Casey swallowed as Dan's hands continued roaming, pushing his legs apart and cupping his hardening cock. "Well?" Dan asked and squeezed lightly, feeling Casey grow harder in his hand.
Casey groaned, parting his legs almost unthinkingly. "Um... no?"
"So this way, we'll both be happy." Dan traced over the bulge in Casey's pants, letting his fingers wander up to pull the top button open. "I've found something to entertain myself, and I'm no longer *annoying* you." He bent his head closer to Casey's leg, and nipped sharply at Casey's thigh. The rustle of Casey's newspaper being crushed was highly satisfying. "And, you're free to keep reading he paper, if you want to."
"Dan," Casey ground out, but his voice wavered as Dan's mouth moved higher, licking up the seams. The cotton blend of Casey's pants was rough against his tongue, but the almost-felt tease made Casey squirm delightfully. Dan moved up, outlining the firm shape of Casey's cock, sucking wet kisses against the fabric.
He could smell Casey, that hint of musk, sex and Casey (and oddly enough, a little like baking bread). It made his mouth water, but the damp material felt too coarse, nothing like the smooth warmth of Casey's skin. He pulled Casey's shirt open, and moved his head up, nuzzling at the light cover of hair that trailed down Casey's stomach.
Casey whined in the back of his throat, and abandoned the newspaper, running his hands over Dan's shoulders instead. Dan licked lower, sucking kisses against the skin, feeling Casey's muscles jump beneath his lips. He pulled at Casey's fly, clumsily working his hand past pants and boxers to the hard flesh beneath.
Casey gasped, clawing into Dan's shoulders, when Dan wrapped a hand around his cock and pulled it out. Stroking slowly, Dan crooked his neck and sucked a messy kiss against the curve of Casey's dark cock. Casey grunted and thrust forward, and Dan opened his mouth, sucking in as much of Casey as he could.
The angle was a little awkward, and Casey's clothes made it impossible for Dan to work Casey's cock all the way into his mouth. Dan shifted his knees beneath him and changed strategy. Pulling back, he concentrated on the head, swirling his tongue over and around it, while his hands moved, stroking Casey in long, steady pulls towards him, one hand after the other. Casey trembled, obviously trying to hold himself still, and Dan rewarded the effort by licking over the slit, pressing his tongue against it in a way that always drove Casey crazy.
It took Dan somewhat by surprise when Casey surged against him but he recovered quickly. He sucked harder, making his hands tighter around Casey's cock, and Casey made a half-strangled groan, coming in Dan's mouth.
Swallowing, Dan leaned back on his feet, looking up at Casey's lax expression. After a moment, Casey looked down with hooded eyes, and grinned. Dan laughed at the satisfied expression. "You look like the cat who got the cream."
"There are a lot of bad jokes I could make about that," Casey said in a relaxed tone of voice.
Dan snorted. "Please don't."
Casey reached a hand down to Dan, tugging at his top. Dan followed the half-hearted pull, and Casey pulled him in for a slow kiss and wrapped an arm around his shoulders. "Told you you didn't want to read the paper," Casey muttered against Dan's neck.
"Do you still want to read the paper?" Dan teased back, still leaning over and against him.
Casey paused seriously for a moment. "Well, yeah." Dan had the urge to kick him, but then the solemn expression melted into a cheeky grin. "But I can think of a few other things I'd rather do right now," Casey said, and pulled him into another kiss before Dan had a chance to reply.
It's rough and unbeta'd, but
laylee asked for smut and I still had one random Casey thing to write. (Who'da thought the last section would end up so much longer than the others? *g*)Reads the entire Sunday Times front-to-back every week.
Dan yawned and stretched on the couch. The best thing about Sundays was the noon rundown meeting. Specifically, it was that the noon rundown meeting was always rescheduled to 2pm. When you combined that with the lack of workday traffic, it meant that Dan suddenly had a couple of hours to fill. Lazy hours in the morning when he could just lie around and do nothing. When he'd just play an old CD, have a relaxed breakfast and maybe read the paper. Or, he would, if Casey wasn't hogging the Sunday Times. "Pass me the sports section."
"No," Casey said, sipping at his coffee. Casey was sitting at the table, with the paper spread out before him.
Dan rolled his eyes. This was an argument that seemed to occur every Sunday, mainly because Casey refused to see reason. "You're not even reading the sports section. Pass it over."
"I will read it, and I want it there when I do." There were times when Casey's smiles were endearing, and times when they were just irritating. This one was pure irritation.
"You can have it back when I'm finished." It was the same every Sunday. Casey always insisted that he read the Sunday Times. By itself, it wasn't an unreasonable demand, even if Casey sat there and read the entire thing, front to back. The unreasonable part was that he wouldn't share. Normally, Dan didn't worry about it. He'd just sleep-in, or read a book, or have a bath. But today, he wanted to read the paper.
"You could buy your own paper," Casey said dryly, looking back down at the page in front of him.
"Yeah, or you could remember what sanity feels like, and pass me the sports section." Dan sighed. "It'll still be waiting for you when you want to read it. I'm not going to eat it."
"I know. You've already had breakfast," Casey replied with a grin, and Dan had to chuckle.
"So pass me the sports section. You know, I'm not even that fussy. Just pass me a section, any section. Entertainment, business, world news. It's a Sunday morning. I just want to read the paper."
Casey shook his head. "No."
Dan breathed deeply, and tried not to let Casey drive him crazy. Sometimes, it was a big ask. "Just give me one sane, logical reason why you won't share."
"You scrunch the pages, Danny. You scrunch them and you get them all out of order, and you leave them lying around the living room."
"You won't share because I'm messy?" Dan eyed Casey doubtfully. He could understand Casey being so damn anal about his books, but it was ridiculous that he acted this way over a paper. "Seriously, that's your reason for this insane behaviour?"
"It's not insane. It's just..." Casey looked up at him, and from the down-turned corners of his mouth, he was actually getting annoyed. "I like reading the paper. I only manage to read the sports section during the week. When I get the time, I like to sit down and read it. The entire thing. It isn't insane."
"No, it isn't. It's the not sharing thing that insane."
Casey glowered at him. "I like reading the paper my way. I like spreading it flat on the table. I like having a good cup of coffee and reading through it, first page to last page. I like the pages being flat and in order, and knowing that I'm not missing anything." Casey huffed. "I don't see what the big deal is. You never read it at home anyway."
Dan rolled his eyes, and sighed as loudly as he could. "That's because you never share."
"You don't even want to read the paper," Casey said dismissively, turning back to the open pages.
"Yes, that's why I'm asking to read the paper." Dan resisted the urge to roll his eyes again. "Because I *don't* want to read the paper."
"If you wanted to read the paper you'd go out and buy one."
Dan got off the couch and stalked towards Casey. "You have a paper. I don't need to buy another one."
Casey's brows rose. "But you know I won't share, so why are you asking?"
"Because I want to read the paper," Dan pronounced slowly, carefully annunciating each word.
"No, you don't."
Dan leaned both hands on the table and loomed above Casey. "Yes, I do."
"You don't." Casey blinked up at him, and Dan could see the grin Casey was trying to hide. Victory was close. "You don't want to read the paper. You're just asking because you're bored and you're trying to annoy me."
"I don't think so."
Casey lips twitched, but he managed to keep a straight face. "You only want it because I've got it. If it was lying here, by itself, you wouldn't want it."
That made Dan pause and lean back. "I think I want to read the sports section."
"There'll be a copy at the office. And danishes, or muffins, or bagels, and you'll put your feet up on the couch and pretend to ignore the rest of the office while you read it. Do you really want to give up that precious excuse to ignore the world?" Casey raised an eyebrow. "Do you really want to read my paper now?"
"Not really." Dan sat down in the chair, thinking. "I'm just..."
"Bored," Casey said, and let out a tiny grin.
Dan shrugged. "Yeah."
Casey laughed. "Then find some way to entertain yourself," Casey said, ruffling a hand through Dan's short hair.
Dan raised an eyebrow of his own when Casey pulled his hand back. "Yeah?"
"Something that doesn't involve annoying me."
Dan huffed a sigh and rested his head on his arm. "You're no fun."
"Unbelievable as it is, I've been told that before," Casey said wryly and turned back to the paper.
Dan watched him for a little while, watched the curve of Casey's neck as he read, the way he'd frown or bite his lip at the serious news, the way he almost-smiled at the more light-hearted stories. The way Casey raised his eyebrows when he looked over his coffee cup at Dan. "Are you going to sit there staring all morning?"
Dan smiled his most charming grin. "You mind?"
"I-" Casey started and then stopped with a fond look. "...Not really."
"Good." Casey shook his head and went back to reading, and Dan thought of those signs you see in shops. Look, but don't touch. Of course, that wasn't a rule that actually applied to Casey.
He pushed himself out of his chair. Casey's eyes widened when he saw Dan's impish smirk. "What?" he asked warily.
"I've just thought of a way to entertain myself." Dan walked closer to Casey.
Casey was still watching him closely. "Yeah?"
"Yeah." Dan dropped to his knees and started to shuffle forwards. "You said I should entertain myself," Dan said when he got to Casey's chair. He ran his hands up Casey's thighs, and Casey squirmed.
Casey blinked down owlishly at him. "Yes, but it should be something that doesn't involve me." Casey's voice rose on the last word, as Dan's fingers traced the seam of his pants up his inner thighs.
Dan kept moving his hands, tracing over Casey's fly as he spoke. "You said something that doesn't *annoy* you. This isn't *annoying*, is it, Casey?" Casey swallowed as Dan's hands continued roaming, pushing his legs apart and cupping his hardening cock. "Well?" Dan asked and squeezed lightly, feeling Casey grow harder in his hand.
Casey groaned, parting his legs almost unthinkingly. "Um... no?"
"So this way, we'll both be happy." Dan traced over the bulge in Casey's pants, letting his fingers wander up to pull the top button open. "I've found something to entertain myself, and I'm no longer *annoying* you." He bent his head closer to Casey's leg, and nipped sharply at Casey's thigh. The rustle of Casey's newspaper being crushed was highly satisfying. "And, you're free to keep reading he paper, if you want to."
"Dan," Casey ground out, but his voice wavered as Dan's mouth moved higher, licking up the seams. The cotton blend of Casey's pants was rough against his tongue, but the almost-felt tease made Casey squirm delightfully. Dan moved up, outlining the firm shape of Casey's cock, sucking wet kisses against the fabric.
He could smell Casey, that hint of musk, sex and Casey (and oddly enough, a little like baking bread). It made his mouth water, but the damp material felt too coarse, nothing like the smooth warmth of Casey's skin. He pulled Casey's shirt open, and moved his head up, nuzzling at the light cover of hair that trailed down Casey's stomach.
Casey whined in the back of his throat, and abandoned the newspaper, running his hands over Dan's shoulders instead. Dan licked lower, sucking kisses against the skin, feeling Casey's muscles jump beneath his lips. He pulled at Casey's fly, clumsily working his hand past pants and boxers to the hard flesh beneath.
Casey gasped, clawing into Dan's shoulders, when Dan wrapped a hand around his cock and pulled it out. Stroking slowly, Dan crooked his neck and sucked a messy kiss against the curve of Casey's dark cock. Casey grunted and thrust forward, and Dan opened his mouth, sucking in as much of Casey as he could.
The angle was a little awkward, and Casey's clothes made it impossible for Dan to work Casey's cock all the way into his mouth. Dan shifted his knees beneath him and changed strategy. Pulling back, he concentrated on the head, swirling his tongue over and around it, while his hands moved, stroking Casey in long, steady pulls towards him, one hand after the other. Casey trembled, obviously trying to hold himself still, and Dan rewarded the effort by licking over the slit, pressing his tongue against it in a way that always drove Casey crazy.
It took Dan somewhat by surprise when Casey surged against him but he recovered quickly. He sucked harder, making his hands tighter around Casey's cock, and Casey made a half-strangled groan, coming in Dan's mouth.
Swallowing, Dan leaned back on his feet, looking up at Casey's lax expression. After a moment, Casey looked down with hooded eyes, and grinned. Dan laughed at the satisfied expression. "You look like the cat who got the cream."
"There are a lot of bad jokes I could make about that," Casey said in a relaxed tone of voice.
Dan snorted. "Please don't."
Casey reached a hand down to Dan, tugging at his top. Dan followed the half-hearted pull, and Casey pulled him in for a slow kiss and wrapped an arm around his shoulders. "Told you you didn't want to read the paper," Casey muttered against Dan's neck.
"Do you still want to read the paper?" Dan teased back, still leaning over and against him.
Casey paused seriously for a moment. "Well, yeah." Dan had the urge to kick him, but then the solemn expression melted into a cheeky grin. "But I can think of a few other things I'd rather do right now," Casey said, and pulled him into another kiss before Dan had a chance to reply.
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Date: 2004-03-01 07:09 pm (UTC)You're welcome, Eliza.
Date: 2004-03-01 07:47 pm (UTC)...even though I see his point 'cause my mum is exactly like Danny when it comes to newspapers. Messy!
Hee! Yes, well, I don't think Dan really wants to read the paper. He's just... like a bored kid. Only wants a toy because someone else is having fun with it. *g*
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Date: 2004-03-01 07:32 pm (UTC)G
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Date: 2004-03-01 07:40 pm (UTC)Have to say I'm a it like Dan when it comes to big newspapers like The Age. :)
Yeah, me too. I read... the TV guide, the stars and the comics. *sniggers* That's it out the entire paper.
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Date: 2004-03-01 08:02 pm (UTC)G
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Date: 2004-03-01 08:14 pm (UTC)*blushes* Thanks! A good part of the thanks of that belongs to
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Date: 2004-03-01 10:25 pm (UTC)Somebody should hire you to do nothing but write Dan/Casey smut fulltime.
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Date: 2004-03-02 03:15 am (UTC)*beams* *feels very proud of herself*
*remembers that smug only looks attractive on Casey, and even then, not always...*
Somebody should hire you to do nothing but write Dan/Casey smut fulltime.
I agree totally. Are there jobs like that?
*snort* It's kinda bad that my immediate thought after that is how would I explain to the family that I made a living writing porn? I think I need to keep my secret identity as a sensible young woman. *g*
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Date: 2004-03-02 04:00 pm (UTC)Ooh, that'd be a good line in a fic. *takes notes*
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Date: 2004-03-02 04:05 pm (UTC)I don't know if I'm more amused by the fact that I obviously come across as extremely silly, or the little writer in you noting down your snark.